Genius for hire.
I'm workin' the darkened basement
Crossin' your adjacent cranial wires
makin' sure you're complacent
I'm lurkin'- I'm your shadowy assailant
settin' fires of spit sprays sparkin' your amazement
A mental arsonist, I blaze your skull for days
you doubt? Go check the x-rays 'cuz the stakes just been raised
so allow me to rephrase- My forte’s to say the same thing in arrays of n to the x ways
and cause a paradigm shift in your deep beliefs and mores
without anymore delays your dreams shatter
Your crisp-to-the-core thoughts scatter
you might dub thee a hater, but hey...
at a later date I may edit the former and someday re-word the latter
someone please ask the peanut gallery to cut the chatter
the score's still square root of a negative one to null
Don’tcha know? I’m purely vaguely paradoxical
like only a mad hatter would know
how dangerous and toxic my spray is
to all them fake pimps and playas
like frog venom- I poison pen 'em
Punk em like Ashton Kutcher
or chop em like that butcher on the Brady Bunch
that I'm thinkin' was banging Alice during lunch,
It’s just a guess, just a hunch... or maybe a fallacy,
I’m drinkin’ from the chalice, see,
of knowledge passed on from wise ones without shapes
through audio pathways of vinyl, mics, and mixtapes.
Burn baby burnt bras and silly disco pyre,
bookburned like a four fifty one fire:
a future bleak, dark, broken, and dire.
May I speak out of turn, sire?
Is there anyone out there
with an original thought to share?
or oddly worse- does anyone even care?
Genius for hire.
What's this job require?
Governments hock wares to scar
they say pay to play and you'll make it far
make fake wars to scare us towards broke and bitter myspace and twitter
Current culture's a bad Three's Company joke
penned by John Ritter's babysitter
bartender, please, a Maker's and ginger...
on second thought, make it two...
"Do I think I'm beautiful?
Yeah, sure, I think pit bulls are beautiful, too."
Brad Pitt said it with charm,
thinkin' of gettin' a tatoo of my dog on my arm.
why do we etch our names into trees?
so some future peep sees
our selfish decrees-
yo, retard- love's just a cheap greeting card
corporations got the people on their collective knees
CDs and .mp3s? Vinyl can't be found
the now is not so golden
then strung up thrown round worn out and olden
all sold outta this sound.
complacent with sickness seems an option available
chemical suit thickness power suits tailored
I prefer bell bottoms, flowers and a gun that shoots glitter,
big happy ice cream topped with a tiny atom splitter,
if you gotta get to the root of the matter
look closely- disregard the quantum chitter chatter,
carelessly curse it all and you lose-
carefully think about the irreversible words you choose
Always pay your dues-
look up an check the highwires for shoes...
might need to grab a ladder,
although in the end it doesn't matter,
difficult untruth sightin'
I'm through with might makin' right- it's sick,
so many blind minds jus'
fake the wait through tocks and ticks,
until the kind shit kicks- realize it binds us,
until the Devil finds us an' tries to sever
make sure you wrap up in four-leaf clever
while Chanel-poisoned Gaia sleeps
love keeps on happenin' battlin' creeps
cultural phenomenon zombie-bombin' on and on
drone drama-mad eyes alert to advert:
buy this phone in the coupon zone zone
zone out to the dolla ninty nine for a limited time bling tone
that you all alone can own...
words heard of sheep asleep for slaughterin'
diaspora creators deep in the tropics...
got more metaphors for debaters of gory topics
like who da guessed Vader's story'd end up so messed up?
scores of hater-consciousness rarely second guessed
honest mess all over existence- never forget you're blessed,
escape into the distance
businessmen are primitives with gold-covered staffs
the future is unstoppable riff raff
return to Eden is possible if enough people think past money stuff
oh, how it weighs heavy
activates microchips in our skin glowing-
wears me so thin- its showing-
broken thoughts like a levy
city slips sunken- drunken activists take up a
'cause I never knew until now that ya can't take it with you without you as this moment ages
and my anger rages
sticks out like two sore thumbed pages.
Grab hold of the NOW, make it greater than great,
Paint the Golden Gate pink,
and marker up the Empire State!
Genius for hire.
I'm simply here to inspire.
don't let hybernatin' creep in.
wait... deep in-side you, invisible- a sliver of creativity-
visual audible elemental indivisible like a pagan nativity
residual toothache dental in the mouth of Siddhartha's river...
it takes me drank a mental spitfull and makes me- shiver
me embers fire singe sings
go off on a truth binge- often wish I had wings
get high to pacify time right by
rhyme on a dime cuz rhythm is what math inherently brings
I bore me, sorely, surely mixed up "-isms" and metaphors
methinks too many teachers just low paid whores at their core
core cirriculum: the city is your textbook
think for yourself next look
all ways before you cross paths with destiny
the rest is just a keystroke to tap
to solve riddles of stay happy.
how labyrinths inside the mind slap
like a kickdrum and a clap
time slips right by me without a map.
Sooner or later everyone loses
can't wait for entropy then we'll see Federal Reserve men in nooses,
mop the mess with their cadavers which have very few uses,
and their logic's as logical as in Dr. Suess' cabooses,
in sign linguistics one never can say “f” equals “nine”
but to me that's “okay.”
Not math twisted dyslexic lexicon ripped from textbooks put away
slapped it on- cough cough
in repetitions on and off,
superstitions end draws nearer:
archaic lies stuck needles in eyes
lucky rabbit foot, broken mirror,
black cat lingers
under a ladder,
cross your fingers,
but to see, not your eyes,
it really doesn't matter to me what size:
Evil lives in lies.
The hare is surely quick,
this should come as no surprise,
but let this turth stick-
at least the tortoise tries.
And if you're stumbling or fall
while walking life's path crumbling
dom't hesistate, don't stall-
onto tangents... indirection is relative,
Calculus is the universe's narrative,
remember this (it's imperative):
Mutation makes sure fascism fails
Diversity diversely works over-time scales
So don't forget to fax this-
don't forget to send this-
to everyone you know on the x, y, and z axis,
'cuz this is how I end this:
You may think you got me- WRONG!
You may think you fired me,
But I certainly spit this to let you know-
I quit looooooong before you hired me.